since i recently moved to the northern edge of berlin i am on the city railway a lot. headphones on, listening to nick drake, sketchbook and pen, i started intuitive drawing, jammed in between people staring at phones and winter greyness outside. drawing the first line and a dreamlike picture evolves.

Three hours from speaking
Everyone’s flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall
(nick drake)